My new erotic poem/short story. It’s sexy intelligence indeed ;-)

// She’s Risky – Oh butterfly of the night – // Friday night, I’m dressed to kill, as I enter that shady ole place down town, I dare call it my second home? Ah I love my secret life…why am I so mesmerized by them cheap red lights? Oh, let’s turn them low so that we can hide within. And become who we wanna be, the villains that reside inside, the roles that we seek to play. Hustlers or pranksters, outlaws or gangsters, but come on, no we all know what we truly are. And I’m out for the hunt, … Continue reading My new erotic poem/short story. It’s sexy intelligence indeed 😉

Booty Call Addiction

tadaa, one of my new poetryporn stories from my new book After Rain… sexy poetry,  and a sad, sweet story, with a serious, bittersweet message, as always 😉 // – Booty Call Addiction – She is waiting all day and sometimes all through the night, lost in her world and this longing that is driving her wild. She waits for that certain sound, that bell on her phone, the treat that is feeding her restless mind. She’s dreaming and drifting until she gets that text. The sweet message that would wake her up, even though she rests. Ah my god, … Continue reading Booty Call Addiction

Life down town ;-)

   Two kinds that are obsessed with murder; those committing them and those who write about them… novelists, yes. Gangster, mobster… red-light fascination… Business, legit or shady… How thin is the line really? 😉 Oh, I’m off to have coffee with a weapon dealer this morning…  curiosity, or business… who knows…  😛 #moments, #urbansavage #lifeontheedge Continue reading Life down town 😉

Creating, acting and parallel realities

        I often found out that whenever I think about a new story, writing it down and describing the character… I somehow manage to draw this vision into my real life… it’s pretty awesome, surreal, but also pretty spooky. For example, I describe a situation within my story, and a few days later I find myself in just this situation somehow. Or I describe a certain guy in my novel, and I go to a cafe and suddenly a guy sits there that matches my description perfectly… it’s like I make certain aspects of my stories appear … Continue reading Creating, acting and parallel realities

excerpt from: ‘The Deadly Construction’, book by Miss A. Mey

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The girl panicked and started to scream as loud as she could… making the most pitiful, howling sounds that could escape her closed lips. She fought as hard as she could to liberate her limbs from this bondage, but no matter how hard she pulled at those ropes, she could not free herself.

Amanda was crying. The desperation, and the awful thoughts in her head became unbearable. She wanted out of here, out, out, out! ’This isn’t happening’, she told herself repeatedly, ’this is just a bad dream, or a sick joke, right… this can’t be happening to me…’ She simply could not be a victim of some psycho, no, no, no, not her! Continue reading “excerpt from: ‘The Deadly Construction’, book by Miss A. Mey”

A sarcastic short story about our cynical society. Girls! Read!

cropped-cropped-win_20181115_18_48_54_pro-2-3.jpg   The Last Thoughts Of Suzy Sue

Her day started like any other day this particular morning. Young Suzy Sue stood in front of the mirror… brushing her hair, putting on her make-up… getting ready for school just like any other morning… Mum was already downstairs waiting with breakfast. Now she is shouting from the kitchen, telling Suzy to hurry up, or otherwise she would be late for school. Her friend Steff had already arrived and she was waiting in the hall by the door, waiting for Suzy to come down. Suzy took a final look in the mirror before she hastily jumped down the stairs, and went into the kitchen to grab a quick bite from her sandwich before rushing out of the door… Continue reading “A sarcastic short story about our cynical society. Girls! Read!”